CHAPTER 208: THE WALL

He obeyed, his arms locked around her waist, his powerful frame a pillar of strength. He felt the rapid beat of her heart against his chest and the trembling of her body, a mixture of exhaustion and pleasure. After a long moment, he began to move, a slow, deliberate thrust that filled her completely. He pulled back, a long, agonizingly slow retreat until only the very tip of him remained at her entrance, then pushed forward again, plunging back into her warm, wet depths.

"Mmm... ahh... yes," Rose moaned, a low, drawn-out sound of pure pleasure as his full length buried deep inside her. Her hips began to move instinctively, a slight, sensual sway that created a deep, intimate friction. Her hands, still buried in his hair, tightened with a fierce, possessive grip that pulled his face closer to hers, a silent command for more.

He took his time, prolonging the exquisite torture, making her wait, making her beg without words. He moved his head, his lips finding the delicate skin of her neck, tasting the salty sweat and the faint, sweet essence of her elven skin. He pressed his cheek to her chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of her heart against his face, a living drumbeat of their shared passion. The rhythm of his thrusts remained slow and deep, a relentless, unhurried pace that filled her completely.

He could feel every muscle in her body working, her core tightening around him with each motion. The sway of her hips became more pronounced, a gentle, powerful bounce that met his every thrust. Her breasts, full and rounded, swayed with her movements, their soft curves brushing against his chest, sending shivers through him. The sight was a maddening, beautiful dance of a warrior finally giving into the exquisite surrender of pleasure.

"Ohh... Eren... so good... so full," she whispered, her voice husky, almost lost in the sounds of their joining. The air in the room was thick with the scent of their passion, the rhythmic slap of his hips against her bottom and the wet schlick of his body sliding in and out creating a symphony that belonged only to them.

He kept the pace slow, his hips working with a powerful, languid motion. He watched her face, a masterpiece of pure, unadulterated bliss. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted in a soft, continuous moan. A single, perfect tear escaped and traced a path down her cheek, but he knew it was a tear of release, of a dam of ancient pain finally breaking.

He drove into her, harder and faster, his hips slamming into hers with rhythmic force. He felt her inner walls milking him, pulling him deeper with every rapid, powerful thrust. Her wetness poured from her, drenching his thighs, making every stroke slick and incredibly intense. He pounded into her, faster and harder, his hips slamming into hers with a steady, relentless rhythm. The room was a symphony of their pleasure: the thump of flesh on flesh, the wet sounds of their bodies moving against each other, and the desperate cries of Rose.

He felt the tension building, a palpable energy that fueled his own. He drove into her, harder and faster, pushing her towards the edge. Her entire body shook uncontrollably, every muscle taut, every nerve screaming with ecstasy. Her breasts bounced wildly, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

He continued this rhythmic, mesmerizing dance for what felt like an eternity. He wasn’t just having sex; he was making love to her soul, to the centuries of loneliness that had etched themselves onto her. With each deep, slow penetration, he felt a deeper connection, a profound sense of rightness. Her hips continued to roll, a languid, circular motion that drew him deeper, creating an intimate friction that made him groan.

He gripped her waist, his thumbs digging into her soft flesh as he moved with her, matching her slow, seductive rhythm. He leaned in, his lips finding hers, their mouths meeting in a slow, deep kiss. Her tongue, warm and agile, met his, swirling in a sensual dance that mirrored the rhythm of their bodies.

He let her set the pace for a long while, her body swaying above him, her breasts hanging enticingly above his chest, their tips brushing against his skin, sending fresh waves of shivers through him. Each slow rise and fall brought her nipples closer to his mouth, teasing him, inviting him to take them.

He reached up, his hand cupping one of her full, rounded breasts, his thumb gently circling her nipple, making it peak even further. He leaned down, his mouth closing over it, sucking gently, then harder, drawing on her with a controlled intensity that made her gasp.

"Mmm... ohh... Eren," she moaned, her hands instinctively reaching up, tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him to deepen the sensation.

He continued to move with her, his body a relentless piston of flesh against flesh, a slow, deep burn that filled her completely. He felt her inner walls milking him, pulling him in, urging him on. He could feel the desperate urgency in her movements, the way she clung to him, seeking more.

He pounded into her, slowly at first, then picking up the pace, his hips slamming into hers with rhythmic force. He held her breasts in his hands, kneading them gently, squeezing the soft flesh, his thumbs flicking her nipples. Her moans escalated, a continuous stream of desperate pleasure. Her body bucked and writhed beneath him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in even closer. The rhythm grew more insistent, the bed rocking beneath them with their combined efforts.

Then, with a sudden, powerful motion, Eren lifted her from the wall. He held her suspended in his arms, her legs still wrapped around his waist, his dick still buried deep inside her. He began to walk, slowly at first, his hips continuing their deliberate thrust as he moved across the room. Her head rested on his shoulder, her body limp and trusting in his hold. He carried her like a precious treasure, her moan a soft, continuous hum against his ear.

He carried her to the large, silk-covered bed, the destination of their desire. He gently, carefully, laid her down, her legs unwrapping from his waist as she settled onto the soft surface. He stood over her, his body slick with sweat, his breathing ragged, his dick still inside her. He looked down at her, a possessive, hungry look in his eyes. He slowly, deliberately, pulled his dick out of her, the wet schlick of their separation echoing in the chamber. He then positioned his thick, throbbing length at her entrance, ready to plunge back inside her.